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A romantic world stretching out Must be yours at last The gods will shout A lovespell cast Won’t hear the wakeup call Flowers and leaves For you they fall Make leitmotivs The gold of you Even in my dreams Enchantingly true So it seems We’re all sly and tease They love us together Let’s kiss we might make world peace But the weight of a feather Can make a ticklish man fall So give me your hand A gesture so small Trees don’t stand Do you like it that way Crossing the rhyme? I know you won’t stay But I am thyme There’s nothing I wouldn’t do You should know That I’d die for you Then you could go Love this glimerence Even when the shimmer ends That spark in your eye It’s aphrodisiac Going all maniac I’m all ready to die Might be the 8th sin Elizabeth in style But ideas aren’t worthwhile And victor doesn’t win Why would god make me yours You won’t take nor belive I could be your Addams apple stuck in your throat Swallowed me whole Like your deepest secret ******* at your sword To get it out Fluid life Will you let me bleed out or choke me to death in favour of my heart?
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Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
Glimerence
A romantic world stretching out Must be yours at last The gods will shout A lovespell cast Won’t hear the wakeup call Flowers and leaves For you they fall Make leitmotivs The gold of you Even in my dreams Enchantingly true So it seems We’re all sly and tease They love us together Let’s kiss we might make world peace But the weight of a feather Can make a ticklish man fall So give me your hand A gesture so small Trees don’t stand Do you like it that way Crossing the rhyme? I know you won’t stay But I am thyme There’s nothing I wouldn’t do You should know That I’d die for you Then you could go Love this glimerence Even when the shimmer ends That spark in your eye It’s aphrodisiac Going all maniac I’m all ready to die Might be the 8th sin Elizabeth in style But ideas aren’t worthwhile And victor doesn’t win Why would god make me yours You won’t take nor belive I could be your Addams apple stuck in your throat Swallowed me whole Like your deepest secret ******* at your sword To get it out Fluid life Will you let me bleed out or choke me to death in favour of my heart?
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16/germany
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
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